August 29, 2005 1:42 AM | By Adam Roberts | 10 Comments

Rushing at Russ & Daughters

If you had told me last night that within a three hour period the next day I would read the Sunday Times, rush down to the Lower East Side, visit Russ & Daughters for the first time and then grab tickets for the matinee of "Oedipus at Palm Springs" (by The Five Lesbian Brothers (who are also bloggers); it closed today and it was great, sorry you missed it) I would've called you a liar. A dirty bald-faced liar. (Bald faced? Did I make up that expression?)

But all these things did happen today. I woke up, made coffee, read the Times in bed (a new favorite ritual) and then, noticing in the Arts section that today was the last day for "Oedipus" I rushed out to catch the F Train down to 2nd Ave only the F train didn't come on the F-train track. The D train came instead so I got on that, figuring the D train was acting like the F train today. But it took me pretty far down on Grand and as I rushed up towards Houston I realized I'd be really close to Russ & Daughters (also Katz's, but that was out of the question timewise.) It was like 1:33 and the show started at 2. I could grab a bagel at Russ's---this would be my first time, but now's a better time than ever.


I first learned of Russ & Daughters in the very first food book I ever read (and still one of my favorites) the not-so-long-ago published "Feeding a Yen" by Calvin Trillin. Have you read Calvin Trillin yet? You really should. He's the best. (Though, did anyone try to get tickets to his walking tour of Chinatown in this year's New Yorker festival? I was online precisely at 12 pm, right when they went on sale, and they were immediately gone at 12:01. Who got these tickets? Can I please please please have one?)

The first chapter of "Feeding A Yen" is called "Magic Bagel" and it's totally endearing. It's about him trying to lure his daughter back to New York (she lives in California) with the promise of tracking down a pumpernickel bagel she loved in her childhood. Here's what Calvin writes about Russ's:

"After spending years listening to customers tell him that he ought to move Russ & Daughters uptown, Mark Federman--the grandson of Joel Russ, the founder--was renovating the apartments above the store and expressing gratitude that his grandfather had held on to the building.

Ben's Dairy had closed and Moishe's Bakery had moved to a tiny place around the corner. But Russ & Daughters has been carefully preserved to look pretty much the way it did when Joel Russ himself still had his arms deep into the herring barrel."

It's strange because if I hadn't known anything about Russ & Daughters and I went in there and you told me this place was built last year, I'd have believed you. But at the same time, I can believe it looks the same way it did years and years ago. Maybe that's because the focus there isn't the atmosphere or the decor: it's the fish, specifically smoked fish. Men and women behind the counter slice smoked fish with long sharp knives and everything else falls into the background.

Funny enough, when I went in I think Mark Felderman (mentioned above) was there because I observed a bearded Jewish man talking to someone else and he said, "Someone's doing a story about this place saying the smell in here is one of the best smells in New York." (Actually, I think I'm getting that quote wrong but it had something to do with smell and New York. But the way he said it, it sounded like he owned the store.)

Besides smoked fish, though, there's an exciting array of cream cheese:


Check out the ones on the top and the bottom: caviar cream cheese! Horseradish cream cheese! I totally have to come back and try those.

I also noticed wasabi infused fish roe and I remembered I ate that exact same thing at Le Bernardin. This place means business.

I meant business, both in a speed sense and a hunger sense, and I asked a man behind the counter for an onion bagel with smoked salmon and tomato. This is the traditional Sunday bagel combo (maybe throw in some raw onions too, if stinky breath's your game) and I awaited it greedily. Time passed and I kept looking at my watch but the man making my bagel wasn't dawdling. He was sharpening his knife, then he was choosing the fish, and then he was cutting thick slices, and then he found a fresh tomato and cut slices from that, and then he slowly spread cream cheese on a soft looking onion bagel. He did everythign with great care and focus and that was great. I grabbed a fresh squeezed orange juice and the grand total was $10.25. That's almost the same as it would be at Murray's where I go all the time.

Here's the bagel as it appeared on my lap as I sat on a bench outside, ready to scarf it down:


Now let me tell you something. That bagel? It was pretty good. Soft, oniony, very nice. And the cream cheese? Creamy and fresh, just right. But that fish? Oh, that fish.

I've never had fresher smoked fish in my life. It really seemed like a salmon had crawled out of the sea, walked through a smoker like a car might go through a car wash, and then laid itself down on Russ's slicing board ready for my guy to slice big thick slices. If the bagel in my lap were a Broadway show, that fish was Ethel Merman. It was fantastic.

But speaking of shows, I was late. I ate that bagel faster than you can say "You'll be swell! You'll be great!" I ran to the New York Theater Workshop (4th Street and 2nd Ave., so not terribly far) and got there just in time. And as I watched those lesbians act out their version of Oedipus, I knew deep down inside of me a happy salmon was swimming. Another jam-packed Sunday in New York.


i am sitting in my first class of the day - criminal penalties - and it is a crime against humanity that i am not in new york eating the bagel pictured above. i am really trying not to drool on my keyboard

Did you have to ask for cream cheese or does it just come with it automatically?

Wow, $10.25 for a bagel and juice. Sticker shock time, but it looks SO good!

That looks like the best bagel-sandwich ever consumed. I bet that salmon was like buttah. What were the different types of cream cheese they offered? They look exotic.

Last time I saw Mark Federman he had no beard. You can find a (bad) picture of him at .

I highly recommend Bud Trillin's earlier food books, "American Fried," "Alice, Let's Eat," and "Third Helpings." They're available in one volume as the "Tummy Trilogy." I, a native New Yorker (well, Brooklynite first) learned about Russ & Daughters from Trillin, too.

Holy lox, TAGman! Over 10$ for bagel and juice!! (Recovers from faint) BTW, that onion bagel-salmon-onion sandwich is called a "Kiss Me Not" at our place.

Earlier this month when I was in NY, I stopped by Russ & Daughters on the way to the airport and bought all kinds of smoked fish, which they sliced and vacuum-sealed for me. For the next couple of weeks, my friends and I happily ate our way through those packages of fish. I learned of R&D through Prune (just a block away), which serves a platter of the smoked fish on their weekend brunches.

I got a plain bagel with extra plain cream cheese there today. It was SUPERB. I am a cream cheese aficionado and consider this to be a close second to the Vermont cream cheese I used to get in Hyde Park, Chicago, which was truly astounding. The bagel's texture was pretty good; however, the flavor was out of sight. Very malty and rich.

We've just worked our way through most of a holiday delivery from this Houston Street storefront; 8 bagels, lox, sable and melt-on-your-tongue herring and onions in cream. With halvah and rugala included in the box, the price was $99 (adding $30 for overnight made it sting a bit more).

Once paid for, the order was worth every nickel it cost (including broadband charges and computer) to get it to San Francisco.

Hi Mark,NIki amd Maria used to work for you guys (Mr Federman )I'm so glad to see Niki taken over. Way to go!

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